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William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

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H.D.·1886–1961
eus,Brazen-thunder-hurler,Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,Send vengeance on these OreadsWho strewWhite frozen flecks of mist and cloudOver the brown trees and the tufted grassOf the meadows, where the streamRuns black through shining banksOf bluish white. Zeus,Are the halls of heaven broken upThat you flake down upon meFeather-strips of marble? Dis and Styx!When I stamp my hoofThe frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleftSo that I reel upon two slippery points.... Fool, to stand here cursingWhen I might be running!